=Part 1=

Originally posted on My Subscribestar.

Commission for  Tabatha_Cat, illustrating part 2 of a story she wrote, posted below!

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“And why did you strip me?” Amelia asked the mongoose grinning down at her through the bars. “And why did you put me in this cell?.”

Rue didn’t answer Amelia’s question right away. Instead she stared up over the mouse’s head, to her confusion. Amelia was about to repeat the question, when her sensitive ear heard something rustle behind her.

"Eat up, Titus!" Rue called out.

Amelia turned her head back to see a snake towering over her, his clawed hands out to grab her, his tongue flicking from his mouth.

“Oh shit! Oh shit!,” Ameliea muttered, bolting. She didn’t make more than two steps before being scooped up by the snake, who turned her and held her by her upper arms high up as she squirmed. “No! No! No!” she squealed. Looking down she saw the serpent looking up at her, tongue flicking out to taste the air. She quickly apprehended this was not one of the civilized snakes she was used to. This was not Sam, the snake from work, who wore spectacles and was easily embarrassed, nor Ted, the snake who was so friendly, who changed her tire one morning. No, this towering muscled monstrosity was clearly a wild snake. His tongue flicked out as he stared at her, and Amelia was quite certain he’d be more than happy to eat a mouse.

As his tongue flicked out, Titus tasted the mouse’s scent, and his eyes drifted down her naked body as he appraised her. Just as he was not a typical snake to her, she was not a typical mouse to him. She was nice and weighty wriggling in his grip, with fleshy shoulders, ample breasts, soft rounded belly, wide hips, and shapely meaty legs. She was young and healthy, her pelt was pristine, and the taste of her scent, accented with fear and full of mousie flavor, was cleaner than any wild mouse he’d enjoyed.

“Please!” Amelia begged the snake. “She’s just going to eat you too!” she squealed. “She’s just going to eat you too!”

Titus rolled his eyes. He was well aware the mongoose was going to *try* to eat him.

“We can work together!” Amelia babbled. “I can help you to escape!” At first Titus looked scornfully at her; how could a mere mouse help a snake like him?!? But then, he gave a wide rye smile. “Yessssss,” he hissed. “You caaaan help meee,” he intoned. Amelia gave a small hopeful smile in return, but then the snake shifted his hands down over her midriff, lifting her up high. Amelia babbled, “What are you. . . what are you *SQUEAL!!!!!!*” With an easy motion, Titus allowed the mouse to fall forward, and opened his jaws. She fell down his maw, and *GULP!* her head down slid down his throat. Terrified muffled squeals sounded from the bulge in his neck where the mouse’s velvet soft ears stroked him inside. He gazed up her shapely back to her plump wriggling rear gripped in his hands where his fingers dimpled her flesh, to her kicking legs, and thrashing pink tail. Oh yes, he thought to himself, licking at her breasts as she wriggled, as much as he despised the mongoose and hated being caged, he couldn't complain about the food.

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